Eggs eggs eggs, it was all she wanted to pester him about, Rook had no clue why she was so damn insistent on breeding herself right then, right now! Salickya was obviously oblivious to the size difference involved between the two of them, and every time he pointed it out she would only brush it aside saying “It'll be fine, I'm sure we can make things work between us.”

“Well fine!” he snapped, then paused. The two were out on the flatter and lower part of the mountain, low enough where grass covered the ground like a soft green carpet. Salickya was staring up at him, blinking.

“Well fine what?”

“You've been pestering me so long about eggs, well why not now? I'm in the mood, I feel,” and added silently “in the mood to show you what you're dealing with, idiot.”

“Really?” She glanced around, eying the landscape around them. Nothing but grass and rocks. Most animals learned to avoid Rook's distinctive size and shape. “Well I guess this is as good a place as any,” she purred, peering up at him. “Well?”

Leaning forward, he nibbled at the small gryvern's tail base with a beak, another moving to nose at and lick hrr ear. Her purr of delight turned into a gasp and wriggle of pleasure, as she failed to notice the head slipping under her tail to lick at her sex, just the tip rubbing at that golden slit. “Ohhh....” She softly purred, shivering as his tongue pushed in a little further to get a proper taste of the gryvern. He broke off then, a mulish look on Salickya's face as he kept his heads leveled with hers.

“Tell me what you think,” he purred before rising himself up to his full height, spreading his stance to display himself off proper.

“Well I think you...” Salickya's voice trailed off as her eyes drifted downward and settled for the first time on the full extent of Rook's malehood. The dark gray member glistened in the cool air, oily, colorless fluid that served both as lubricant and coolant running steadily down from the base of his heavy length, over and around his gently pulsing knot, to coalesce at the ridges running across the underside of his shaft, dripping off steadily, or to bead at his tapered tip, where larger droplets clung to it before slipping off with every movement. The fluid quickly evaporated both as it fell off his length as well as on it, lending it a vague sort of steamy look. Her nostrils flared as she picked up his rain-like scent, magnified a dozen times over or more into a heavy musk that communicated one thing to her: Male.

And so Rook watched Salickya hesitate and falter, at a loss for words.